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Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops
Grab the mike so you don't react
The double X polo shirt with the hat to match
In fact, we verbally vibrate your track

Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments
Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments
The question is this will they return with the hot shit
Or keep it on the low flow?

Yo, and for you confused bastards, tuna the blues master
Quick to grab the mike, crews fast and sound clashing
Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected
Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected

I don't sip on brew, so this bud's for you
Speak when spoken to whenever you come through
My vibes fill you, internal revenue
You rhyme prostitute for little or no loot

'Cause a lot of these kids think that commercial
Is rocking fly suits and jewelry
But we can rock shows with no rehearsal
With the rebels of rhythm and unity

Yeah, cause I'm nice, smooth, hard as a bone
Since I pick up the microphone I'm hotter than brimstone
The razor sharp crossbow accurate
We drop the multi verbal milligram supplement

Plus in bed, theological word advance
Been too legit to quit before the hammer pants
The parent to the pen converts words to song
Stay blacker than the new year Harlem renaissance

Hey yo my gift of gab should be sold in bags
Boost up the price tag, make a wack rapper mad
Rely on my right side, securing our tape tight
Tasty tangibles to your mandible and clavicle

Yo, easily tuna be, cleverly swelling my treasury
Vocal pedigree for you critics who try to measure me
But easily I'm about to run you down my resume
Had a bundle of struggle from birth to my present day

Yo, your love don't compute, perhaps you need a boost
A magical flute, some nose candy to toot
Before you get loose, express and tear the roof
You claim you got the juice, but you lame and out the loop

So I associated myself with fossilized figures
Crack the summer sizzler, hit the real live niggas
My influence is gunshots and trauma units
Street trends, with material word friends